卄丨ᗪ乇

             Chizuru had never been loved. So of course, he didn’t know how to say it either.                 It was another one of those things that he didn’t fully understand, but wanted to voice nonetheless. However, Chizuru’s understanding of love was not one most had. No-- no he thought that love was bad. That his love was bad-- and no one would want it. Sure, Ochaco had said that she liked him-- that she wanted him to be affectionate to her-- but love was... love was still something bad, wasn’t it?                 It was why he had said his confession in the form of an apology. Truth be told-- since he wasn’t directly looking at her when he’d said it-- having looked away due to being ashamed, but not in the way she thought-- he hadn’t seen her expression change. Hadn’t seen the tears. It had been her voice that sent a cold chill through his body. Not only because of the fact that she was crying, but also because of the words she’d said.                 He’d messed up again. Bad. 

            The most likely reason that Chizuru had not sense Aizawa has he approached them was a simple factor of the teacher’s own quirk manifested as soon as he had set gaze upon the two laying on the grass beneath the trees. He had been approaching his own classroom from the outside before the lunch hour was up, only to spot the two new love birds intermingled.

            Teenagers. They should have expected this when the dorms were built. Aizawa was too tired to fully deal with this, so for now, the fact that Chizuru had been given back his quirk when approached—the older man knew full well he would have heard his footsteps otherwise—and launched himself away from the first year girl was satisfactory enough.

Turning on his heel, Aizawa shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’ll give you detention if you’re late to class, Uraraka.” A warning before allowing her to rise up all on her own.

            “Yessir!” She let out, tense and heart racing from simply being caught while in such a moment. Ochaco’s mind was racing, but her gaze had turned skyward, seeing the poofed out tail swaying beside him and the spot the words emanated from made her able to pinpoint Chizuru’s location.

            Awe made its way to her expression. “Wow…How did you get up there so fast?” He had practically rocketed away and still seemed a bit stuck. However, she knew she had to leave soon and he would be able to get down on his own.

                                                            Probably. Eventually.

            “Chizuru-kun!” She cupped her mouth to call up to him, beaming brightly as she felt her pulse returning to normal. “I only have my afternoon classes left, so…Stop by later afterwards, okay?” Ochaco removed a hand from her face to wave to him, trying to show that she had no qualms about the encounter with the teacher.

            Almost a show of that nothing would change the way she felt, if she actually knew that’s what she was doing. To her, it was merely second nature to show someone she cared about that they were the center of her focus.

            “First room on the fourth floor,” since he had yet to come to her room yet, the instructions were something Ochaco offered so he wouldn’t be lost. Taking a couple of steps back, she didn’t want to break eye contact for as long as she had to.

            “I’ll…I’ll see you soon, Chizuru-kun!” Her chipper tone was kept as she turned, rushing off towards her class before Aizawa expelled her.

            Error in actions was something Chizuru tried to avoid at all costs. The effect it had on him was lessened the further away a person was from him however, so he wasn’t diminished to a shivering pile of whimpers when Aizawa had scolded them. After all, if the boy was effected by every person who he stumbled upon-- he would have been long gone awhile ago. The more detached he was from someone, the less it hurt-- was how even he perceived it.              Though, Ochaco had been involved-- and she’d gotten in trouble as a result. Although when his mind’s gears turned enough to fully realize this-- she was already calling out to him. Redirecting his attention before negative emotions could set in. Sensitive ears angling slightly in order to hear the girl better-- even though he really didn’t need to.                 “Y-yeah, I’ll see you soon.” Her directions and suggestion was met with a nod-- a small ghost of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Purely because he’d soon see her again. Whether the girl knew it or not, the boy was already wrapped around her little finger. Managing to unlatch his hand from the bark of the tree-- he waved back as she rushed off.              Soon enough, although a few minutes later-- he was able to calm himself down enough to detach from the branch he’d made his retreat to. Landing on the grass with a soft noise, he first looked in the direction the girl had gone-- before he turned back towards the dormitory. 

            If he was going to unravel, then there were a couple things he needed to do. Purely, because he knew there were some things that he wouldn’t be able to say verbally-- even if he wanted to. Upon reaching his own room, he went over to his desk and began to look through various papers. Pulling out a book and a large file folder filled to the brim, he set both upon his desk. Gingerly, he opened the file-- and started to sort the police reports into chronological order. 

            A small hum of happiness radiated in her throat at their closeness. This was an aspect she had never considered, never imagined could be possible. Any thoughts of romance, of love, of feeling something and expressing it towards someone while in her formative years had been beyond her scope. To remain in her class, to keep her standing, all of it meant friendships and nothing more.

            But Chizuru? He was able to envelop himself in her thoughts, occupy her heart without her notice. Even if she wanted to turn him away, tell him she needed to focus on everything else except herself, Ochaco couldn’t do it. Not anymore.

            It was not out of guilt or selfishness. It was simply that her heart was weak in its own way, the singular facet that the boy had found and made his home. He was someone who found himself comforted by her affection and his smile had cemented him within her emotions that she denied.

                        Chizuru opened up a new part of her, one she wanted to explore and flourish by his side.

            A hand moved from his cheek and instead made small ministrations along the soft tresses of his hair, as if to sooth him as he spoke of difficult things. Her smile had faded to one of understanding, Ochaco’s gaze soft as she nuzzled against him. “It’s okay, you can take it slowly. I know…it won’t be the best story, but…”

            Shifting some, she slowly pressed gentle kisses along his temple, catching the edge of his mask. “We can talk about it when we’re alone. You can come to my room and we’ll make time. We can work through all of this, and even if it’s not done in one day…” Ochaco’s smile broadened as she gently nudged him so she might give him another kiss along his lips.

            “You have me for as long as you want. I won’t go anywhere, and I’ll be here whenever you need me.” A constant in his life, someone who cared for him, that’s what she knew she could be for him. “We have all the time in the world.” Her lids began to close as she encroached upon his lips, parting them ever so slightly.

                                                “Not when you have class in an hour.”

            The abrupt deep voice startled Ochaco to the point her arms instantly unwrapped from around Chizuru as she yanked her gaze away from him and to the upside-down visage of Aizawa standing above them. Her entire face illuminated with crimson as she began to sputter. “A-Aizawa-sensei! We, uh…”

                        “Attempt to limit your PDA with Kurami when you are outside, Uraraka.”

            Waving her hands, she almost hadn’t realized the weight of the other had disappeared from her. “I-it wasn’t like that, we were just having a…Uh…” Glancing down, she had done so to seek help from the boy, only to find his form vanished from her side. Confusion colored her expression as she looked around, bewildered. “Chizuru-kun? Where did he go?”

             The boy really did wonder how he’d gotten so lucky. How someone like her had been able to look at him in a way no one else did. How she was able to be so gentle with him-- so understanding. How she, in and of herself-- was able to tame his heart so easily. A passing thought, as her hand moved through his hair-- drawing out that same gentle noise he’d freaked out about not long ago.                 Every touch, every word that fell from her soft lips was like a healing salve to the wounds that refused to heal with time. The ones that no one could see. The ones that stung the most, and bled even to this day. The ones that he thought he’d be stuck with for the rest of his days. However with her patience, with her care-- there was finally a light shining within his darkened world.                “T-that... sounds nice.” Given that Chizuru was still a bit nervous about others seeing just... how little he had-- the fact they’d be talking in her room instead of his already eased his nerves. Although what truly quelled his worries, was her stating that it was alright if his tale wasn’t the happiest. Because it certainly wasn’t any kind of fairy-tale. Not to mention she... she was patient. If he became inconsolable, similarly to when the police had uttered his name-- then... Then it would be alright. This was alright.                 For so long, he’d asked for a light. Anything to keep going. Anything to bring him out of hell. When none came-- he’d decided to become his own light, as well as the light of others. However, perhaps that light was finally making an appearance? Even though he’d crawled out of his own personal hell, that didn’t mean that he no longer required saving. As he looked into her eyes now, that was all he could see-- light.                For once, light didn’t hurt his eyes.                 Though, he never really did well with surprises. 

            It took every facet of her fortitude to not smile or give a sound when a whine emanated from his throat. Clearly embarrassed, the whimper was too adorable for her, but commenting on it would be far too much for Chizuru in his flurry of emotions. He had already pulled away from her—to her mild dismay—and was just as flushed as he had been when he overheated.

            However, her expression remained open and gentle, her own cheeks burning bright. Yet, as he began to explain, memories of what the chief had told her flooded her. Hearing it from Chizuru’s own perfect, soft lips? It made her mind calm on the idea and listen intently to what he had to say.

            He wanted to protect her from horrible things. The nice intimacy that normally was associated with such actions, as her thoughts had aligned in what he meant, were twisted for him in his time out on the streets. A flash of the picture from his youth went through her mind, despite it still being kept safe in a drawer in her room.

                        Ochaco didn’t want to think what might have been done to him while he was on his own.

            “It’s not weird, Chizuru-kun.” It wasn’t a lie—to her, being considerate of those you cared about wasn’t strange in the least, even if it was different than most their age. Then again, neither Ochaco nor Chizuru were like most. Her voice had evened out, which was better as she reached back up, gingerly touching the edge of his mask.

            “I’m fine. I just thought…Well, I guess I didn’t understand.” There was a small tinge of a frown before her lips curled back upwards in reassurance. Ochaco knew more than he knew she did, but there were still things beyond her comprehension when it came to his situation. Her palm pressed into his cheek, the warmth permeating her skin.

            “I know you would never do anything to hurt me or make me feel pressured. You always have been really gentle with me.” Even on their patrols together, he had never forced her in taking action and gave her a choice. “I want to learn how to understand you better and…maybe in exchange, I can help you with the social things.” It would be slow, but in her mind for the moment, they had all the time in the world together to work on it.

            Nodding a little, Ochaco smiled and slipped her hand away to gently embrace him once more. “It’s okay to touch me. To hold my hand, hug me, kiss me…” Bringing her cheeks up towards his and nuzzling against him a little, her eyes closed happily. “I’ll let you know if you go too far, but I like feeling how warm you are, Chizuru-kun. I don’t want to let you go.”

             To someone who had never had another quell their worries, or even care to on this kind of level-- something as simple as a few words, a smile, a gentle touch-- was enough to quell his panicked heart. It had been that way when he initially broke, and it was that way now. Muscles that had tensed slightly in his flustered state slackening-- and while his face was still coated with a flushed tone, his expression was much more calm. Coming to lean into the gentle touch of her hand just a bit.                Though, there was a small bit of guilt that he’d made her misunderstand-- but he pushed the feeling aside, mainly because he knew that it was unavoidable. Chizuru was well aware that he didn’t understand a lot of things-- it was a great point of anxiety for him, and was one of the reasons he was so careful. Because he didn’t want to mess something up, and have the girl-- or even others-- dislike him as a result. Although perhaps, he didn’t have to worry about things like that around Ochaco? Even though she had misunderstood a minute ago, she hadn’t pushed him away. Not to mention after she’d kissed him...                She wanted to know about him. Wanted to understand him. The way he thought, and why he thought that way-- what he’d been through. While letting someone in was still a prospect that terrified him... With her, it seemed less scary. So that... that was alright. He could do that.                His decision solidified as the girl wrapped her arms around him, stating that it was alright for him to express these kinds of feelings. The knowledge that now she understood at least this, to a degree-- and would tell him if he did something... Eased his heart much more than he expected. A hand came to wrap around the girl’s waist in turn-- holding her as gently as she did him. Did she realize he was using her as a reference for what was an appropriate amount to hold someone? Likely not-- but, he found it a less frightening concept to share later on. 

            He wanted her to be selfish. Every time she thought about it, the reasons she attended UA, the way she skipped meals to save money for her meager money to last more than a week, all of it was selfish in different ways. Selfish for others, Ochaco couldn’t focus on her wants. Too many other people had it worse, had needs beyond her own.

            But Chizuru, who should have been the most selfish of all, asked her to give in to what she wanted. How could she even dream of denying him when she craved his skin, to peer into his eyes, even if they might be shielded from her now. The sun was too bright out, she was lucky to have his lips available to her.

            Breathing was easier and harder all at the same time with their proximity and the way his lips began to mold against her own. Slow, soft presses, Ochaco wanted to take a step more, a fraction more as lips parted and his fangs gently dragged along her lip. His purrs revved to a tenor that nearly drummed out the hum in her throat.

            But her head tilted, encouraging him, proving that the sound was not one that would mean she wanted him away but instead closer. Her mouth yearned for him as if he was a taste she had craved all of her life and never known what it was precisely until she had it. Her heart was swelling, the joy that radiated off of him only encouraging her own.

                        God, it hadn’t been long since she realized she liked him, but she knew already she loved Chizuru.

            Easily, Ochaco could waste away an afternoon kissing Chizuru if she could. A terrible reason she barred herself from these sort of feelings. An afternoon of kisses meant no study, no progress towards her goal, but it was far too late for her to recoil and refute her emotions. Instead, lids lazily opened as he parted the kiss and she nearly chased after him, but halted when her name graced his tongue.

            A warm smile formed across her lips as she tilted her head into his palm, nuzzling softly. “It’s not a dream, I promise.” She whispered between them, fingertips taking back to gently stroking against his back, the pads facing away and not connecting with his frame. “But…maybe someday you’ll be able to see what I do. How sweet and kind you are, how focused on others, the things that make you Chizuru-kun.”

            It was all from the heart, every fragment of him, even the weak points, were ones she treasured. It was wholly him, a man who had clawed his way from the darkness and still had struggles to pull out of the hole. But she would always offer her hand, to help him even in the smallest ways.

            Her cheeks warmed against his hand as he spoke of only her and the touching. “Ch-Chizuru-kun, you probably wouldn’t be annoying, but if you touched…someplace you shouldn’t…” She had misunderstood. “I’ll tell you. But it might not b-be…” Her gaze shifted away a little as she tried to swallow down her nerves.

            Focus on him, not on panicking again. She didn’t want to scare him despite how the misconstrued meaning made her heart pound hard against her chest.

            “I-it might not be so bad to touch…other places…eventually. We just would be…slow about it, um…” Would he know if it would feel good on her? He was having those sort of thoughts after a kiss? Ochaco could only assume it was natural from the way that several of her male classmates acted when it came to spying on the girls.

            “I’ll tell you…if it’s too much or…or if there is anything wrong. So, if I get shy or…p-panic, don’t think I’m angry, okay?” Shifting her gaze back to him, a demure smile warmed her lips. “This is…all really new to me too.”

             There were many factors about the boy that were a direct result of not having a true parental figure in his life. There was no one to show him right from wrong. There was no one to sit down with him and teach him the fundamentals of life. He’d gone to school, yes, and learned the absolute necessary things there-- but as far as social education? How to phrase things?              Oh, he was utterly hopeless. This was of course, also another reason people avoided him. Although that was mainly a factor in lower education, due to the fact that was before he started to dawn his mask and blindfold-- not to mention, before the incident at the sports festival. It hadn’t come up more recently since... Well, not many interacted with him at all because of those baselines.              Now, that isn’t to say he was blind. The boy was actually really good at reading body language. Just absolutely horrid at determining what caused awkwardness or discomfort. So as Ochaco spoke, his expression was one of total and utter confusion. Other places? Being slow? What did--              That’s about when his brain kicked into high gear, and his face went entirely red.

            The adjustment between them was perfect as they laid together on the ground. The small rustle of wind blowing over them, the surroundings quiet as most people were still within classrooms and they had been tucked nicely under the shade of a tree away from many prying eyes. Small blades of grass tickled at her arms, but the warmth of his frame against her own drew far more of her attention.

            He was taller than her already and her short stature made for a decent pillow for him. Aligning themselves well, she tilted her head to listen carefully to his words as they vibrated against her collarbone.

            Each word made her pink cheeks turn rosier. He was saying what she thought he was saying, despite fumbling and skirting past obvious statements as he mumbled and chattered against her skin, a hand lightly stroking against his back to ease him some. Affectionate, kind touches.

            Ochaco only halted them when he peered down at her, lips parting in surprise at his request. “…Chizuru-kun…” She breathed out. By now, her whole face had bloomed in deep red hue from everything he had said and didn’t say.

            But he was waiting for an answer and rather than using feeble words, her body began to move, wrapping her arms wholly around him once more and gently pulling him back down to her frame. Small kisses feathered just under his blindfold, her nose brushing against the wet spots as if she could take the salted marks away with her touch. “Chizuru-kun…” She mumbled against his cheek, nuzzling him slowly.

            “I…” No, she had to say it. Verbalize it so he knew full well that her actions wouldn’t turn sour. “I like you. I like you a lot, more than…” It was still too hard for her to grasp, to allow her heart to open up that way, but it felt so easy while he was in her grasp. “You can hug me whenever you want, cuddle me, anything that makes you feel safe.”

            Pulling back a little, she brushed her nose against his, keeping her gaze on the black fabric. “I want you to be selfish with me because then I can be selfish with you. I won’t stop liking you. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I care about you, Chizuru-kun. Even if you didn’t like me back, I still…would like you like I do.”

            Dipping her head and nuzzling into his jawline, Ochaco didn’t care that he was practically on top of her now. “I want to hear those sounds again, because they are good sounds. You are good, Chizuru-kun. You’re amazing.” She breathed out, now hiding her blushing face.

            “If you cry, I want to be the shoulder that soaks up those tears. When you smile, I want to be there to see it.” Mumbles emanated from her as she lifted her head back up, glancing to the lips she had taken moments before, her own trembling as she thought on pressing against them once more. “If you need someone to hug, I want it to be…me…” Her mind was swirling as she drew closer to kissing him once more.

            “And if you…want to do that…” Her lids began to droop, head slanting a little as her face filled with heat of her pounding heart. “To feel a…kiss…Then I…” Lips parted ever so slightly, sweeping softly against his own, not pushing him, and allowing him to close any gap between them. “Would want to be the one…you…”

           When he’d first seen the red that had painted her cheeks, his first thought wasn’t that perhaps he’d said something that would invoke a pounding heart-- but rather, that he’d done something wrong. That he’d said something wrong. Although, that was only his initial thought. Because as he continued to look at her, as she spoke his name-- he could tell immediately that wasn’t the case. Then what had...?               Before he could ask, his mind was soon overloaded. Having been pulled down into her hold-- hands going to either side of her to try and support himself so he didn’t squish her-- and soon, the feeling her lips on his skin filled his mind. Not only that, but she was nuzzling into him similarly to how she had prior to his fainting spell. At first there was of course shock, then confusion-- then a pounding heart in his chest that caused deeply inflamed cheeks. Was... was she perhaps taking him up on his request of being ‘selfish with him’? Amidst his confusion though, she had started to say something other than his name.               Although the words that fell from her lips, in such a kind voice meant for him-- were ones that both made his heart pound further, but also stoked the confusion that burned in his brain. It went against what he’d known. Contradicted the logic that he’d been taught-- and in that way, it left him awe-struck. 

          It was as she continued on, that meaning and understanding started to seep into his soul. When brown eyes met wide black ones with the blindfold inbetween-- he felt like she was staring right through at him. Not just in the physical sense, but the emotional one. Throwing his fears to the wind, dispelling his worries as if they were demons in a possession and she was a priest. It was an odd sensation. The feeling of being transparent, but feeling safe at the same time. It was something he’d never known, and was something he didn’t want to stop knowing.           She cared about him. She truly thought he was good. Went as far as to say he was amazing. She wanted to be the rock that would keep him standing. Wanted to be there for his sorrow, so he wouldn’t have to face it alone anymore. Every word she spoke acted as a comforting heat that melted his very heart-- and all the walls that protected it.            He wanted to hug her. Wanted to be able to cry on her shoulder. Wanted to...

            She could feel his form relaxing slowly in her embrace, but Ochaco did not release him in the slightest. In fact, the very touch of his own hand along her back only made her pull him close, tighten her grip a fraction more around him. As if she could hug the worries out of him and envelop them in something much better and brighter.

            Her chin slanted downwards as he began to speak, becoming very quiet for him. Listening to him. Letting Chizuru get every drop of words that he could manage without her trampling on the smallest sounds with her own breath. She could keep him close and held to her heart—which was pounding and loud enough for him to hear the thrumming for certain—but allow him every chance he deserved.

            Ochaco even did her best to stifle any fledging embers of anger at those who had hurt him, crippled him into this state. The chief had yet to offer her any pictures of them and suddenly she was uncertain she would have been able to keep her cool.

                        No, the police would have taken care of them. It was her job to show something better in this world to the crumbling boy.

            Once he had finished speaking entirely, or as much as he seemed able to, she leaned down, gently pressing a small kiss to his forehead. Sweet, soft, and a gentle brush that could have been missed if he wasn’t so attuned to the slightest touch. “It’s alright, Chizuru-kun.” Ochaco breathed out slowly, keeping her voice low and soft.

                        It was almost like a coo one would use for a frightened animal.

            Finally loosening her grip a little, it was only so one hand could move up to gingerly pet the back of his head, trying to pet him similar to how she had before when his purrs resounded loudly. Ochaco did not move otherwise, gentle pads of her fingers intermittently stroking through the tresses.

            “I panicked because…I thought I had done something that would hurt you.” She murmured, her lips turning into a shadowed smile. “You were so overwhelmed from me touching your ears and I…I went and did that to you without thinking.” Could she even say that she had kissed him? No, probably not yet.

                        Her lips still felt warm from the sensation though.

            Leaning down and nuzzling into his hair, Ochaco let her eyes drift closed. “I’m not good at this. I wish I was someone who knew how to be everything you need and more. But, I want to try, Chizuru-kun.” Slowly opening her brown eyes and lowering her face some, she nudged his cheekbone with her nose, as if asking him to look at her.

            He didn’t need to take off the blindfold for her to know if he had or not. She could simply feel it if he focused on her.

            “I won’t ask you to not remember—it’s hard enough with everything and things…happen and you remember anyway.” Ochaco had experiences that flashed in her mind, but nothing could ever equate to what he had gone through. She would never say she fully understood. “So, if you do, it’s okay. Just know that…That I’ll always be here until you don’t remember it anymore.”

            A broader smile was offered as she adjusted, a little less on top of him and more for him to be able to use her as a comfort or a pillow on the ground. “I can give you lots of good memories, way more than all of the bad. You won’t ever push me away, even if you don’t remember all the good. We can just…” Ochaco’s smile softened just a fraction, her arm around him coming to stroke his back tenderly. “You can be selfish with me until you do remember the good things, no matter how long it takes.”

            The girl might have claimed she wasn’t good at this-- but she couldn’t be more wrong. She’d gotten him to calm down far faster than anyone else. She was able to quell his heart and mind-- rid it of worries and fears-- more so than he’d ever expect her to. Knew just what to say in order to bring him back from the brink of breakdown.               Her touch calmed him down more than she likely realized. The compression of the hug was more than nice, and did wonders to quell the remainder of the panic. A constant reassurance that she wasn’t going anywhere. That he wasn’t gong to loose her. While her heart-rate had worried him at first-- due to its speed, he attributed it to the panic she’d also gone through-- letting the rhythmic beating to help slow his own. Well, the most he could anyway.                     When she beckoned him to look at her-- he did. Listened as well.              She was gentle with him. She cared about him. She wanted him to be happy. Wanted to give him memories that would make him happy. That would make him forget the pain that he’d been through. Would make him forget the fear he’d learned. Although in truth, she already chased that way the more he spent time with her. In a way, her presence was healing to him.               She’d told him it was alright. She’d said he wouldn’t push her away. She’d said he could be selfish when it came to her-- and while he’d never ask much of her, if all of that was the case.. Then... then maybe it would be alright to explain why he’d been so overwhelmed? To acknowledge the things he’d been scared to? He’d already halfway done so-- so then...                  When she’d shifted on the ground and off of him-- he’d taken to using her more as a pillow-- coming to lay on his side, while his head rested against the crook of her neck. Given he couldn’t look at her directly at the moment-- oddly enough it... helped with what he wanted to say. Silent for a moment, while he thought of the right words. 

                “You... you’d never hurt me with something like that.” Words were quiet, just as they were before-- though, he was having a little bit easier time of talking now. “It was... nice. I feel warm inside when you touch me-- it makes me happy-- and I kind of just... got overheated.” It was silly in actuality, but that was the truth of it. “Plus I... didn’t know I could make that sound-- and usually things in relation to me aren’t... Seen as good... but you see them as good-- see me as good-- and I’m not used to that, but... but I don’t dislike it. It... it makes me really happy-- but scared, to. Not because you’ll hurt me-- but because... you could hurt me in a different way. I could loose you-- but if... if that’s not the case, then for something like that... then...” Then there wasn’t harm in saying what was in his heart, was there? What he was really scared of?                 “... I liked... doing that with you. A lot-- and that scared me.” Looks like he couldn’t say it flat out either. “... Because if I like you, doesn’t that mean you won’t like me anymore? So I... didn’t say anything-- but when you asked if you could... that’s why I...”--kissed you. He really was having trouble with finishing sentences today, wasn’t he?                  “... You say your bad at this, but... You are everything I need. I’ve been smiling more than I have in a long time. You make me happy. That’s why loosing you is scary... Because it feels like I’m loosing someone important to me. Someone I can’t afford to loose... so... I... I don’t need to be selfish with you, because you already give me so much without realizing it-- and if I keep being selfish with you... like I am right now-- then I’ll... I’ll like you more, and then you won’t like me anymore-- so, instead--” he was forcing a smile as he sat up, so he wasn’t using her as a pillow-- and wasn’t being ‘selfish’. Ears downcast. His voice wasn’t stable, and it looked as if the corners of his blindfold were wet.